I must scarmble my crew as Flyby is buzzing the field outside and is threatening to rake the civilians with his 50cals, and would you allow that to happen?
Ah yes, like lambs to the slaughter! Come! Rise upwards and meet the agent of the Grim Reaper. Young maidens will weep at your departure as I send you on to Paradise where you will be sated by a 72 year-old virgin!
Flyby out
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the warrior creed: crap happens to the other guy!